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The Egotist Considers
"Can’tdoit,Findle;I’mwithsomebodyelse!Callmeupto-morrowaboutoneo’clock!"
Findle,anondescriptman-about-Bisty’s,answeredincoherentlyandturnedbacktothebrilliantblondewhomhewasendeavoringtosteeraroundtheroom.
"There’sanaturaldamnfool,"commentedAmory.
"Oh,he’sallright.Here’stheoldjitneywaiter.Ifyouaskme,IwantadoubleDaiquiri."
"Makeitfour."
Thecrowdwhirledandchangedandshifted.Theyweremostlyfromthecolleges,withascatteringofthemalerefuseofBroadway,andwomenoftwotypes,thehigherofwhichwasthechorusgirl.Onthewholeitwasatypicalcrowd,andtheirpartyastypicalasany.Aboutthree-fourthsofthewholebusinesswasforeffectandthereforeharmless,endedatthedoorofthecafe,soonenoughforthefive-o’clocktrainbacktoYaleorPrinceton;aboutone-fourthcontinuedonintothedimmerhoursandgatheredstrangedustfromstrangeplaces.Theirpartywasscheduledtobeoneoftheharmlesskind.FredSloaneandPhoebeColumnwereoldfriends;AxiaandAmorynewones.Butstrangethingsarepreparedeveninthedeadofnight,andtheunusual,whichlurksleastinthecafe,homeoftheprosaicandinevitable,waspreparingtospoilforhimthewaningromanceofBroadway.Thewayittookwassoinexpressiblyterrible,sounbelievable,thatafterwardheneverthoughtofitasexperience;butitwasascenefromamistytragedy,playedfarbehindtheveil,andthatitmeantsomethingdefiniteheknew.
